User blog comment:Bartholomew Billberry Bowstring/Mossflower Country & Beyond/@comment-25220117-20121101173924/@comment-25220117-20121112195332

''The ferrets nodded, Baal giving a salute military fashion as he left the younger Skaul to his own devices. Striding forward, he gave Bulgorn and the keelbeast, a rawboned fox known as Mourin, the new instructions. Hastily, they obeyed their Captain's wish. Soon, the island loomed into view, a foreboding mass of dark sand and rocky granite mountain, silhouetted against the crimson sunset streaking the sky like the blood of a deadbeast splashed across clothing. A rackishly dressed weasel soon gave a yowl, and throwing aside his oar, he slapped the back of his neck. Bulgorn, his whip held loosely in his side, shot the newly-appointed oarbeast with a harsh look'' "Smatter wid yew, Grimlett?" The weasel looked up at the fat stoat with a look of hurt dignity, wiping his paw upon his already heavily stained jerkin "Got bit by somat, mate, isseck I fink. Gimme a break, will yer?" ''Soon, his impudence was crushed as Bulgorn's whip cracked across his back. Grimlett soon returned to his oar, one paw still rubbing his neck''